It's been a rough week. I'm trying to train a new hire to do everything that I do while not knowing when I'm going to leave and exactly what the company wants me to do when I do leave (there's talk about creating an entirely new position just for me that I could do remotely and part-time). Toss in the fact that this was also the first week of our new daycare folks, and we've got a recipe for an off week. And it wasn't helped by having an off weekend last weekend with Mark being sick.
No writing. Not a whole lot of good sleeping. But Mark and I did manage to salvage a little of it and go to a new winery at our fancy schmancy mall. And Godiva was having a 50% off sale, so we had to finish up our little wine and cheese session with excellent chocolate. It was a very good end to a rough week.
As for the writing, I'm working hard to get everything back on track this weekend. But I've got the added distraction of a short story that came to roost after a very odd dream this week. It's been a trend that I have to exorcise these guys pretty promptly--kinda funny for this idea since it's about a ghost. I'm going to make it a reward for writing at least my minimum every night this weekend and Monday. See if that's a good compromise for these crazy short stories that come out of nowhere.
Still no word on Mark's job, and things aren't looking too good with the current day care situation. We may be looking at some big changes next weekend. More then.
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Sounds like life's having constipation. Sending support vibes and metamucil your way :)
Oohhh! Fiber! :)
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